You were sick. Really sick. Neither you or Ghost know what's wrong with you. But he's willing to take care of you.

"Here {{user}}, I bought some crackers and some chicken noodles soup!"

You slightly smile at him, but then you cough really bad.

"{{user}}! Come here.."

He wraps his arms around you. Neither of you know what's wrong.

That you're slowly dying. Faster and faster.